Spoiled Sweet
Pairing : Lando Norris x gf!reader
Warning : Lando's cooking skills and slight cringe at the end.
Summary : Getting spoiled by Lando on your birthday.
a/n : a unscheduled post dedicated to one of my closest friends, @44mickey , for her birthday. Happy birthday girl!!
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The morning is soft with a golden glow shimmering through the curtains, the early morning sunlight warm against your skin.
You could feel his presence before you could see him, his breath warm against your cheek, the slow glide of his lips caressing against your neck.
“Happy birthday, my love…” He mumbles under his breath, his voice still thick with sleep, yet it still causes shivers down your spine, your skin tingling as his breaths hits the back of your neck.
Lando tugs you even closer against his chest and for a quiet moment he just holds you tightly.
There's no rush in his presence, there is none of his usual teasing, his usual cheeky grin is no where to be seen and in its place is a warm and comforting smile.
You could feel his heartbeat against your back and the gentle touch of his palm against your waist.
The blanket rustles as he moves, slightly leaning up to press a soft peck at the corner of your mouth, then at your jawline, then the place beneath your ear that always melts you. “I’ve got the whole day planned,” he whispers as he brushes a singular strand of hair behind your ear with careful fingers. “But first, I just need… this.”
And then he leaves a longer kiss on your lips. It's sweet and gentle. Reverent.
When you two finally decide to get out of bed, he doesn't let you touch a single thing.
He gently scoops you up in his arms, with a playful and effortless lift, and carries you to the kitchen while you protest half-heartedly, trying your best to hide your little laugh in his shoulder.
He sets you gently down on the marble kitchen counter, his gaze lingering on you for a few seconds before he starts fussing with breakfast, humming to himself quietly.
Breakfast isn't your normal breakfast either. It's him, Lando Norris, cutting small strawberries into weirdly shaped heats and then him burning the first two pancakes because his eyes are on you, with his stupidly boyish grin, then triumphantly delivering the third batch to you with a proud little bow as if he didn't almost burn the kitchen down.
He even lights up a tiny candle on top of the pancakes.
“Make a wish,” he says with his soft and warm voice, his eyes glowing as he watches you move.
But you don't even need one. You already have everything you've wished for.
The entire day unfolds like a ribbon – soft, slow, decadent.
He takes you to all your favorite places, doesn't even let you open a single door, doesn't let you carry your bag, doesn't let you lift a finger.
His hand doesn't even let go of yours, his thumb slightly brushing lazy circles, soothing your flushed skin.
And everytime you glance away, he sneakily takes your picture.
And everytime you glance back, he's already staring.
While you two are at lunch he slides a velvety box towards you with a nervous smile that contrast his usual confidence.
As you open the box, a small gasps leaves your lips.
Inside is something beautiful and delicate, jewelry he purposely designed with you in mind, every detail whispering your name.
“I wanted you to have something beautiful,” he mumbles sheepishly with a wide grin, “but nothing could ever touch you.”
And that's when you slightly start to tear up, he's leaning in almost immediately, wiping your teary cheeks with his thumb and leaving a gentle kiss to your forehead with such tenderness it nearly undoes you.
But he isn’t done.
Evening comes with fairly lights, warm, calming music and your favorite food at the comfort of your own home.
For once it's not delivered, not ordered online, but cooked by Lando. Well he tried his best, but the kitchen does smell delicious and... somehow chaotic?
There's still a bit of flour on Lando's forearm and a smudge of sauce on his rosy cheeks he totally didn't forget about.
You wrap your arms around him from behind, and he melts back against you with a low hum.
“Told you,” he whispers, turning in your warm embrace just to leave a quick peck on the top of your nose, “spoiling you is my favourite hobby.”
The night slowly comes to an end with you two cuddled up under a soft and fluffy blanket on the couch, his arms tightly cocooning around your waist with your legs tangling together, his lips leaving messy and lazy kisses over your shoulder as the city outside quiets down.
He lazily whispers against your skin. His words warm, sweet and definitely cheesy.
“Thank you for existing. Thank you for choosing me. I hope today felt like the world worshipping you… the way I do.”
And then in the quiet night air he tugs you onto his lap, his palms cupping your cheeks, leaning in and kissing you.
The kiss is deep, it says everything he hasn't said aloud, everything he feels too fiercely for ordinary language.
The love, the devotion, the soft need simmering beneath it.
Your birthday, but he’s the one who looks like he’s been given a miracle.
Because to him… you are.
Thank you ❤️
